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The church.

We have two churches here. I read about one of them decades ago that something strange happened once during a wedding ceremony. The article said that everyone in the church was convinced that a big storm had started outside. They were surprised to find that no one outside knew of any storm….When I tried to check with my parents and grandparents, no one knew this story. And I stopped thinking about it. It could just as well have been one church, or the other church, or neither….But I noticed something interesting on one of them yesterday. Unfortunately the light was on the other side and the photo would have been lousy… I’m sure I already know it was this church. I’ll try to find out at the rectory if they know anything more…Maybe this event is older than what was written in the article🤔

Leica R7, VE 70-200,Fomapan F400+ Nikon D800,14mm

there was once a clothes peg….

that met the other clothes peg at one party. They spent all their time together. All days and nights. Till the end…

Leica R7(Fomapan F400)+ Pentacon Six(Fujifilm 100 Acros II) + Nikon F50(Fujifilm 100 Acros II)


She smiled – carefully.
She smiled seriously. Then she laughed … and the glass that had fallen from her hands shattered into hundreds of safe shards. Hundreds of safe nothing. Nothing that could hurt her, nothing that could upset her mood …. Yes … it’s not dangerous … so it’s not even safe, but it has no consequences. Just shards. Just a problem for small pieces. Pieces that can’t be cut … pieces that aren’t dangerous. If only, it was so easy – she thought. If everything could be neutralize so easily. Plus, it was fun. As well as eliciting tones on the piano, which she can’t play … the melody still sounded in her head. Like a melody that you unknowingly whistle and hum throughout the day. Fun and pleasant at first. Piece by piece. Shard after shard which, again forms a whole. Harmonii. Harmony of pieces and the whole. It was as if she had discovered a recipe for happiness. At least for a while. She knew she would do a lot of shards tonight.
I won’t be Lilith today. Today I’m Lil. As my mom calls me. Just like Dad. Just like him. As you called yourself ..
Careful .. adorable confident. Today, anyone but Lilith … that’s why so much certainty .. she didn’t step on her … never and in nothing.
Do you want? Take it! … Don’t you want to? Let it be. Your choice and my will.
You didn’t play. Certainly not today. She was just enjoying the rest of her day off.
She Inhaled …
She felt so much freedom that maybe the nausea seemed unrealistic. She was still smiling as she fell asleep in the morning. Not because everything went according to plan … simply because there was no plan at all. So nothing could go wrong. Nothing could move away from any mantinels. She didn’t set them. Before she was lost in the most pleasant loss … the memory of the smell of vanilla flashed through her mind.
She got up early in the morning. She packed only the essentials and headed for the door. Halfway back, she looked back at the next room, where he slept contentedly.
“You bastard,” she whispered. Bang… bang.
With the utmost caution, she opened the door to make no sound and quietly, happy left.

Shall I continue?